Spanish - Tumblr Posts
No relation with my blog but since I’m a football fan and it’s taking place in Bucharest in less than 2 hours, I’ve made this collage. Personally I want Bilbao to win, how about you? :
JAJAJA Pobre Dream xd
HAHAHA Poor Dream xd
Odd Things To Happen At Work # 7
Ok, so I get that I look foreign. After several people - including my colleages for some time - refusing to believe that I am, in fact, English, I understand that I look Mediterranean. Spanish, most people seem to think. That doesn't explain why last weekend a guy - who had already asked me once if I was Spanish and been told no - insisted on attempting to order from me in Spanish. I don't speak any Spanish beyond 'si' and 'ocho', but I don't need to know more to know that whatever he was saying, it wasn't Spanish. Gibberish maybe. Certainly not any language spoken by any other person on the planet.
He did this twice before resorting to pointing at what he wanted.
The thing that really confused me though, was that he was English. Why didn't he just talk to me like a normal person?
Thanks, Anon!
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The Penitent Magdalene. Mateo Cerezo (Spanish, 1637-1666). Oil on canvas. Private collection.
Cerezo’s style is that of Spanish Baroque, influenced by Tenebrism. Cerezo was inspired by Titian and the refined elegance of Anthony van Dyck, and his varied, warm palette made him one of the most sensitive and refined colourists of the late Madrid school.
Mary Magdalene holds a skull, a common symbol of mortality. She may be pondering the earthly reality of our mortality and the eternal truth of the spiritual life. The time is sometime after the Crucifixion and Resurrection. The penitent is living in poverty. She obviously has still retained her beauty.
Imparable
Lo hice de nuevo, perdí el control, me encerré y deje todo salir, quizás una lagrima larga corrió por la mueca de mi cara, pero no fui capaz de sentirla. Imparable, sí, imparable le llaman, el dolor incompatible de las sonrisas juzgadas. Nace cada vez que lloras, pero luego limpias tu cara, te dices que estás bien pero solo te engañas. ¿De qué sirve el sufrimiento cuando de él no nace ninguna flor? Ni siquiera un sentimiento o un abrazo para aliviar el dolor. ¿De qué sirve llorar si no hay consuelo? Si sabes que nadie llorará contigo, quedaras en ridículo y es solo el principio de un temible castigo. Esos viernes en la tarde, siempre lindos y añorables ¿de qué sirve tanta fiesta, tanto alcohol y tanto humo? Si sabes que solo te escondes, lo respiras pero dices "no fumo". Así como así, te estás haciendo daño, el rechazo es otra mirada ciega, que no te engañe la risa en vela. Llegar a casa es un sueño cuando sostienes por tanto tiempo ese corazón roto en la pista de baile de un antro viejo. Ya no importa quién te vea, pero sí importa lo que piensan, dirán que eres débil, lo sabes y te aterra. Me encerré y me volví a herir, aunque cueste admitirlo esto siempre es sufrir. El miedo implantado en las pupilas negras de tus ojos cafés, como un bebestible atento de lo que vayas a hacer. El temblar de tus miembros, sin descanso ni relevo. Cuando comienzo a temblar sé que te acercas o me acerco. Bloquear a la gente, no relatar a nadie el sufrimiento de la noche pasada. Como una sombra horrible, una silueta abandonada, se esconde en el armario y desaparece sin decir nada. Pero aún así, dime tú, que lo sabes todo ¿De qué sirve tanto amor, si aún no te cuento todo este dolor?
Con A. Hechizos de Harry Potter
Evora, Evora, tu ne m'aimes plus ou quoi?
Evora, Evora, après tant d'années,
Evora, Evora, une de perdue, c'est ça?
Evora, Evora, je te retrouverai, c'est sûr.
I don't think people understand how important language can be when communicating.
English isn't my first language, but it is the one I use most when talking to others. Even though I speak it fluently, sometimes my brain gets tired. I forget words, or I don't know how to say things and they come out wrong.
This is why I get so excited when I hear someone speaking Spanish (which happens often in Texas). I can finally let myself relax and be myself because speaking is so much easier.
It is especially exciting when someone who doesn't speak Spanish tries saying some words. Even if it is with Google Translate and the worst possible accent.
swedish & spanish:
taylor swift
oförfärad
prata nu
röd
nitton åttiofyra
rykte
älskare
folklore/trollsagor
för evigt
midnatter
taylor swift
sin miedo
habla ahora
rojo
mil novecientos ochenta y cuatro
reputación
amante
folklore/folclore
por siempre
medianoches
translating taylor swift album titles into french
taylor swift
sans peur
parle maintenant
rouge
mille neuf cent quatre-vingt neuf
réputation
amoureux
folklore
toujours
minuits
i know a bit of spanish and i’ll speak it when necessary, but sometimes the lil workers in my phone will misunderstand and send me an ad in spanish. and then its just like. aww. thanks cuties i’m flattered you think i’m competent enough to understand this